I saw a post earlier that was like βif I asked you to name all the things you loved, how long would it take to name yourself?β and i was like damn. I would have never even thought to add myself.
My 5-year-old ran her fingers across the stretch marks and said, βYou got those from me?β I nodded. She stared for a minute and said, sadly, βDid they hurt?β I said a little. βBut Iβm so happy I have them. Because these marks mean I have you.β I used to hate them. Not anymore.